Dying Time
Tick tock, tick tock, i'm
running out of time,
my burning heart has
turned to white and
nothing else, but lime.
Could this be it? Could
this be the very end,
you've turned me
down a hundred
times and i've become
your friend. While i
lay here upon my bed
i think of eyes that
gleam and when i
tear for i have been
misled by lights and
beams, your heart is
pure like wool as
white that's sin is
washed away, i'll let
you go , for you said
so as night has turned
to day.
Copyright © James Lukas | Year Posted 2013
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